This is a song about "Still miss him but don t want to he moved on and you hate it"

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

And i hate to admit, but they'll never stop hating it

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Y'all turn back on your neighborhoods, still you miss the tears,

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

Callin my phone but i moved on i just want you to see

We gave him glasses but he's still blind, is he eyeless?

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

I got soul, there's more in store

You don;t thin anymore

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

Oh i miss you man but it wasn't meant to be

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

He wants to be a better man, but he's still him